Jesus, Peter, and i Walked on Water

As a teenager, i liked to fish. There was a swimming hole above the low water crossing, about a quarter mile from where i grew up.

Ever time the river went on a tare, swimming hole would change, get larger, smaller, deeper, more shallow. Then the new money white thrashers, named Berry, got a ranch in the area, started screwing with the river, with their chain saws and bull dozers, but i will get to that in due time.

Now, i knew that there were a couple of nice size large mouth bass and some good cat fish were swimming around in the swimming hole.
Caught a small perch, hooked him through the back, no weight, tied the clear line to an underwater root of a tree, so no one could see it. Next morning, went down to the river. Waded out to the other side, reached under water and took holt of the line. Stared pulling it in. Knew i had a good one on the line from the drag on the line. Kept pulling hand over hand, until i happened to look up and see the several foot long cotton mouthed water moccasin about three feet from me. Now, these are some really mean pissed off ass holes. Have had them chase me out of the river, and patrol the river until it was sent to zionist heaven with a 12 gauge shotgun.

Looking at this very pissed off venomous snake, too damn close to me, caused me to be able to claim membership in a very exclusive club.

Those who walked on water. Jesus walked on water. Peter walked on water. I walked on water. Now i can not say i was walking on top of the water, but i will swear my feet never touched the bottom.

I went home, got my Winchester single shot 22 rifle, pulled the zionist bastard in again, and released it of its evil.

This just proves that a poor preachers son Texas hillbilly can walk on water just like Peter.

Also might note that the zionist snake was no longer a danger to humankind.

John C Carleton

The Black Southern Pacific Track Gang Cook, and Judge Roy Bean’s pet Javelina

This took place in South West Texas, late 1880’s, early 1890s.

My grandfather came from a family of doctors, ministers, lawyers, and farmers. Always the land , animals and crops. Thats why Carleton’s had large families, to work the farm while the old man used his profession to scratch his wonder lust.

He grew up during reconstruction, 1866-1876, a hard time for Southerners. His educations opportunities was not what had been available to the children born before the late War Crimes against the Southern People by Washington, DC, USA, Empire of.

Probably would not have mattered. he hated indoor work. Loved the outdoors. Throwback to earlier blood.

Married my Grandmother, in 1890 in West Texas.

Hired on to the Southern Pacific crew at Sanderson Texas. Got the nick name of Sandy. His hair was jet black and he was very dark complected. Black Welsh.
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Are You an American, or an USA Zionist International War Criminal?

One should really understand ones self. Makes getting through life so much easier.

Today, in what is facing America, and the rest of the world, but i address this to America first. Are you an American, or or you an egg sucking, baby sitter molesting, self righteous, family abusing, penny pinching, lying scum bag zionist USA International War Criminal?

Seems to me, once one identifies which one is, makes ones decisions much easier to make. Less stress!

If one decides one is An American, one needs to educate ones self in true history, to include true history of Washington DC, right up to the present. One needs to “gird their loins for battle”, so to speak. This battle, this war for American freedom from Zionism, will be won or lost in the minds, beliefs of Americans. If Americans were handed back their freedom at this point, no more informed, or learned than they are, (i did not say “schooled), they would trade it for a cold six-pack and half an hour with a warm body before the week was out. Much work to be done to prepare for freedom.

On the other hand, if one decides one is a USA zionist international war criminal, control freak, (and a scum bag!), ones choices are made much simpler also.

Comes down to this. What the hell is in it for me? I wonder if i can steal his shit without getting caught? If i get caught, do i have the pull to get my ass out of the sling?
Could go on and on about the “belief systems” of the zionist, too long!

Make it simpler still!

Am I an American, or a Zionist piece of pig shit?

Mr. and Mrs America!

There not a hell of a lot of time before the preverbal organic material, hits the propulsion system.

Good luck, and LEARN!

John C Carleton

Sometimes You Have To Swim the River When it is Flooding.

Looking back, i can see that fifteen was a pivotal stage of my life. Thats when i apparently started really thinking for myself. Did a lot of things that year. Lot of life changing things came to me that year, as planned for my training of who i was to be, by the Light, Mother Nature, the Universe, by what ever name you call that which is.

In the Texas hill country, grew up right between Hackberry and Bull Head creeks, about an eighth of a mile where they come together and form the Nueces River, which winds it’s way through Southwest Texas until it empties into the Gulf of Mexico at Corpus Christi, Texas.

These are hill country streams, and a wall of water twenty feet high can come down with the sun shinning if it has rained above you in the hills. Remember waking up many times to the sound that can best be described as a freight train. Knew i probably wasn’t going to school for a week or so, wasn’t going except up and down a couple of roads until you came to the next river or creek crossing.
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When the Only Way Down, is Up

Sometimes a human will start a new project, a new “life”, turning over a new leaf, a new marriage, get right in the middle of it, and decide maybe this was not the best idea after all!

Now what one does at this point, can make or brake the thing started, and determine what direction ones life takes after that point in time.

Now, i am perhaps the most pig headed person, i know, other than my wife and children, and grandchildren. My lessons have had to be harsh ones to get my attention, because i wanted to do things my way, and i did not want to change what i wanted to do. I have the scars. From the tips of my big toes, to the exact top of my head, i bare the scars of the reminders of lessons learned. And those are just the ones on the outside. I will say that all these scars are on my frontside.

I learned a valuable lesson when i was fifteen, before the lessons of the motorcycle wreak later that year.
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Four Things You Need to Know About Anarchy

Anarchy is often a confusing term to most people, but it needn’t be. It simply means no masters, no rulers, the absence of political authority. Unfortunately, most people think it means chaos and disorder. This is due, in no small part, to statist propaganda and a kind of Orwellian doublespeak that keeps the masses ignorant and confused. It’s also due to a simple misunderstanding about the human condition. Most people assume, either due to cultural conditioning or political brainwashing, that they need to be ruled over, forgetting the very obvious fact that people are fallible, including the people who would rule. They fall victim to the classic logical fallacy-appeal to authority; while also getting caught up in a vicious tautological reasoning – people are bad therefore they need to be ruled by people are bad therefore they need to be ruled by people are bad…on and on, ad infinitum and ad nauseam. It’s all psychological. But people don’t need rulers.

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The Myth of the Rule of Law

Any state, no matter how powerful, cannot not rule solely through the use of brute force. There are too few rulers and too many of us for coercion alone to be an effective means of control. The political class must rely on ideology to achieve popular compliance, masking the iron fist in a velvet glove. Violence is always behind every state action, but the most efficient form of expropriation occurs when the public believes it is in their interest to be extorted.

Mythology is necessary to blunt the violent nature of state power in order to maximize the plunder of property — and, most importantly, provide an aura of legitimacy. The perception of legitimacy “is the only thing distinguishing a tax collector from an extortionist, a police officer from a vigilante, and a soldier from a mercenary. Legitimacy is an illusion in the mind without which the government does not even exist.”1

State authority, and public obedience to it, is manufactured through smokescreens of ideology and deception. These myths sustain the state and offer an illusion of legitimacy, where orders, no matter how immoral or horrific, are followed because they are seen as emanating from a just authority. The state cannot implement violence against everyone everywhere and overwhelm the host, so the battle is waged against the hearts and minds of the public. Fear is exploited, language is distorted, and propaganda is spread, while narratives and history are tightly controlled. The gulag of state power, first and foremost, always exists in the mind.

If the mythology of state power is smashed, then the state is exposed for what it is: institutionalized violence, expropriator of the peaceful and productive, and entirely illegitimate.


Sugar-coating unpleasant truth in America-George Carlin

The man put a whole lot of truth in a short bit of words.

Added as a bonus, i laughed my ass off at this one. With the things that occupy my head, world events, evil minions, Zionist BS and lies crammed down Americans, and the Western peoples’s throats on a daily basis, threats of world wide war, laughing is not a thing i do much of anymore. So, damn that was well needed. Truth in a form that makes you laugh your ass off.

Oh yes! If you watch it and DON’T laugh your ass off, he’s talking about you.

John C Carleton

Why My Brother Could Not Report a Downed Aircraft in Cambodia

I have an older brother who served in Viet Nam. He was smarter than me. They had to draft him, i volunteered when my time came.

Asked him once what he was majoring in college. I knew he had changed his major so that a four year degree took him five years. He smiled and said, “Draft evasion”.

When i was shipping out to my war, i went to him and asked him if it was really as hosed as i had heard and read.
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